Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"assembly?"

"organize?"

"Loose? Hiding their identities from each other? Flea market?"

Smart school girl.

Yukinoshita Yukino guessed most of it right, and...

She had a very strange attitude toward herself.

This is not normal.

That familiar and even somewhat defenseless tone, no matter how scary what she said...

All of this made the perceptive Yukinoshita discover something strange.

That’s why there was the subsequent temptation.

As expected, this person is either an extremely kind contact person or... knows himself.

is it possible?

The face of Mori Yuesha appeared in the girl's mind.

No, it won't be her.

"I am a scary mysterious person wearing a mask~"

"You're so pretty without the mask!"

Maybe that guy would be like this.

Right now, knowing that I am safe is a good result. So, do you want to return this mask?

A possibility to meet a large number of ritualists, flea markets, and the world hidden under the iceberg...

"Can you tell me in detail? If you don't have any "rules" that will kill you if you tell them."

It’s over.

Kasumigaoka Utaha grinned.

This kid probably won't give her the mask back.

…………

……

Small park with benches.

"…May I assume that you cannot tell me any information until I am no longer a member of your organization."

With his chin in his hand and his legs swinging, he sat on the bench bored and listened to the curious baby's questions one after another.

Do not react.

She held the mask tightly in her hand and hid it behind her. If a "contactee" like me wanted to snatch it openly, I could only go up to her and tear it off... forget it.

Of course, it is up to you to choose how to use your own life.

What Mori Tsukisa said is right.

……

Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at Tao Xin who was holding her chin up, and thought in her heart.

"I'm reminding you because we know each other, but it's not enough for me to risk speaking." There are two conclusions to be drawn from this action:

First, Tao Xin may know herself, but she is definitely not that familiar with herself.

Second, wearing this mask will not endanger one's life. Otherwise, according to Tao Xin's logic, she would not have the heart to watch someone she knew die in front of her...

So, do you want to give it a try?

One, an opportunity to meet other ritualists.

Even if the opportunity might not be very good?

But the existence of the "Peach Heart" is at least good news. She can believe in it to a limited extent and selectively.

……

Looking at the serious-looking girl sitting on her left, Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly had a premonition:

The joining of this child might be an opportunity.

The only member whose true identity she knew.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

If you choose to join, I won't drag you into it. You have to bear the consequences of your own choices, junior sister.

and also…

If it is her, can I trust her to a limited extent?

Find yourself a 'companion', in the strange dance...

That's a good idea.

……

Neither of them spoke, as they were both thinking the same thing - regarding the ball, Kasumigaoka wanted to leave. No matter what she could get from the party, she still couldn't like an organization that controlled the freedom of its members.

Yukinoshita Yukino seemed a little anxious.

She had finally surpassed her mother and sister in some aspects and had seen the world under the lake first: even if she didn't mention these, the hallucinations like maggots jumping out of her bones from time to time made her have to find someone to communicate as soon as possible.

Mori Tsuki…

No.

You still have to rely on yourself.

Therefore, this mask is a must.

She must give first before she can gain. This mask is the key to another world.

"I'm going to put it on."

As a "qualified person", Kasumigaoka Utaha has never experienced the terrifying hallucinations and life-threatening situations that Yukino has experienced, and she completely does not understand the actions of this usually serious junior high school girl.

"You'd better think about it carefully, pajamas--"

"You should know my name, Miss Taoxin." Xueno interrupted and turned to look at her: "I don't know if you are a kind person who is nosy, but I am sure now that you definitely know me."

"So, why are you pretending not to know me?"

"Are you afraid of being held back, or is your identity too sensitive to be hidden?"

A somewhat domineering way of speaking.

Can you understand the situation, school girl?

Xue Noi pulled her hair back and said seriously: "I need this mask. I need to communicate with people who are also contactors or even ritualists. I have some problems with my body. I wonder if you have ever appeared..."

"If the answer is no, you are in no position to stop me."

Kasumigaoka Utaha tapped the mask and said, "It's up to you, Miss Pajama. Let me tell you first, if you want to die, don't blame me for not saving you."

"Let's talk about that before we die." Yukinoshita Yukino shook her mask, her sky-colored eyes flickering: "Rather than these, would you like to talk to me, who is about to become your 'companion', about the 'instructions within the organization'?"

"You must first--"

"Also," Xueno, who had unconsciously taken control of the conversation, leaned closer to Taoxin and lowered her voice, "Also, since you are so familiar with me and you refuse to take off the mask..."

"I'm going to assume that you know me, and that you know that I definitely know you."

"So, as two people who are supposed to know each other in real life, we should be more reliable than those so-called 'comrades' in the organization, right?"

"So, do you want to..."

"Alliance."

Ah, this junior school girl.

Interesting.

Chapter68 Letter from the previous visitor

Without mentioning what the two ladies were plotting, after leaving, Kasumigaoka Utaha touched something familiar.

In your own pocket.

That pink cell phone.

Are you unwilling to let yourself go?

I'm just taking advantage of you, this weird story is a bit petty.

It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go and return it to Mori Yuesha early tomorrow morning.

…………

……

Ride the emerald green waves across the Indian Ocean, climb all the way up from the reef; go around the decaying half-stump, pass through the narrow alley under the feet of the boy with half a piece of old red cloth wrapped around his lower body, and go all the way to knock on the huge iron gate as tall as two people guarded by two lions.

Step inside and pick up the glass of red wine.

The scarlet liquid swayed as the fingers rubbed it, hitting the wall of the cup like red waves.

“Have a nice trip!”

The thin crystal glasses clinked against each other.

George Romy smiled enthusiastically and patted the young boy on the shoulder: "You should run around when you are young. I regret that I didn't have the same conditions as you when I was young."

Another college couple who travelled here off the beaten path.

Butler Carol secretly shook his head. What did Mr. George want to do? The cocktail party was held every week, and this was the first time he had seen him stay at the table for such a long time to chat with tourists.

Did he finally give up looking for that word?

flesh.

It's not important. There are many things in the world that humans can never figure out in their entire lives. In the eyes of the middle-aged butler, the kind man he served was indeed a bit too picky.

Like this, occasionally chatting with tourists, holding a cocktail party every week, being kind and helping the locals - isn't that a good life? He himself has everything.

——That's why I want to find out what the black hole in my heart has sucked away. George Romey glanced at the butler standing on the edge, sneered in his heart, but his face remained enthusiastic.

No one noticed that the eyes of this rich man who had been here for a long time slowly began to change.

As if covered by a layer of fog, gray became the dominant tone.

Gray eyes...

"I think you're tired of the local hotels?" George Romey teased. "Not long ago, a pair of little sisters stayed at my place for a whole week."

When it comes to living environment, the boy is not the one to talk about it. His girlfriend beside him couldn't help but complain: "I swear I won't let him choose the travel destination again. It's obviously not far away to the resort..."

“Exploration, the unknown is interesting…”

The boy argued quietly, but quickly shut up when his girlfriend glared at him.

"It seems that we should listen more to the opinions of ladies."

George Romey smiled and said, "No problem, you two, I hope you can have a good time in my manor. By the way, I just heard you say, adventure? Excuse me, you traveled to such a far place, you didn't tell your parents and friends, right?"

The young couple's surprised expressions already told the man the answer.

very good…

It seems that there is no need for locals.

"Okay, okay, young people, you are reckless and impulsive, you do whatever you want. When I was young, I was even crazier than you." George shrugged and called the butler: "Give them the room on the top floor." He turned to look at the young couple: "Excuse me for now, see you tomorrow."

The boy hugged his girlfriend and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.

Speech is slurred: "He is a kind man, isn't he."